Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.